Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Nian Nian turned his gaze back and became somewhat silent.

"What's wrong?" Qi Youfeng asked. He turned around and saw a figure entering the tent from behind. That was... was it Sui?

"I..." Nian Nian hesitated briefly and asked, "Can I go talk to Simil?"

"Of course." Qi Youfeng looked helpless, but secretly rejoiced, "You don't need to report to me what you want to do, and I'm not yours."

Nian Nian's face was slightly red, he nodded randomly, turned around and walked a few steps quickly, and fled to Simil, who was looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

"Is something wrong?" Simil lowered his head and asked softly.

"Well, yes." Nian Nian hesitated.

Simil swung his long sleeves, and a drop of silver liquid flowed in his palm.

"The level of confidentiality is very high?" He raised his eyebrows and glanced behind Nian Nian unintentionally.

Nian Nian's expression also became serious: "To a certain extent, it is something that needs to be kept secret, but if we don't use this thing, we can just go further."

Simil twisted his wrist and the drop of mercury disappeared on his fingertips. He chuckled: "You are really good at taking care of other people's moods."

Nian Nian smiled at the compliment and took the lead, walking ten meters away from the temporary camp.

Simil stepped forward to follow, and before turning around, he nodded slightly apologetically to Qi Youfeng, with an innocent expression.

Nian Nian looked around and walked a little further to ensure that the people in the camp could see her clearly but not hear their conversation.

As for whether Dion and Nick would eavesdrop... Nian Nian scratched his nose. It seemed that there was no need to keep the secret from them, and even if a polite person like Dion heard it, he would pretend that he had not heard it.

"What's going on?" Simil asked. After hearing his question, the girl in front of him became even more confused.

"Um, I," Niannian felt tongue-tied, "I, um, I have some questions and I want to ask..."

"Ask me?" Such a polite word made Simil startled.

"I, am not, the former me, nor is I the prototype of me?" Just choosing a suitable subject made Nian Nian's brows furrow together.

"You want to talk about the girl named Mianmian?" Simil understood.

It is indeed more appropriate to let others describe this kind of identity... But, a clone of hers has such clear confusion about self-understanding?

Simil suddenly became a little serious.

Nian Nian nodded, confirming the consistency of the subject matter in their conversation, and then breathed out:

"She seems to have left behind a memory chip."

Simil nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"If... I mean if," Nian Nian hesitated again, feeling a sense of betrayal for some reason, "if those memory data were re-entered into me, would I become a different person?"

"Another person? Why do you think so?" Simil seemed very puzzled.

"Ah, this is hard to explain." Nian Nian opened his mouth.

She carries the physical characteristics of that person and accepts that person's relatives. Perhaps she was created for the continuation of that person's life. Or maybe she once had the memory of that person. Otherwise, the first time she saw her was when she was young.

Without that sense of familiarity, she still felt that Nian Nian and Mian Mian had to be separated into two people.

Otherwise, Nick, the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group, Qi Youfeng, Jiang Family Masters, etc., all the emotions that belong only to her, will be stolen by others.

But she also seemed to steal that person's emotions.

"I seem to be a little selfish." Nian Nian said sadly and hit his head hard.

"Forget it, it's nothing, I'm going back." Nian Nian smiled, waved his hands relaxedly, and hummed before leaving.

"What do you think memory is?" Simil's words stopped her in her tracks.

"Probably data and information." Nian Nian replied casually.

"Now that you think about what happened last night, especially after we finished talking, what do you remember?" Simil continued to ask, seeming to be very dissatisfied with Nian Nian's answer.

"When I came out and saw someone trying to roast me, I still used delicious things as firewood. It was such a waste!" Nian Nian screamed.

"Delicious food?" Simil confirmed.

"Yes, salt claw claws are delicious, but it's a pity that you don't understand this kind of delicacy." Nian Nian nodded and shook his head, feeling very regretful.

"What do you remember, is it delicious, or is it the taste?" Simil didn't bother to point out her excessive liveliness, as if he turned a blind eye to her sudden depression.

"Of course it's the taste!" Nian Nian replied impatiently.

Simil suddenly smiled at the sky, as if he was regretful and pleased.

"You see, memory is closely related to feeling. What we are easiest to remember is not the weight, size, density, color, and shape of something, but the feeling it gives us. For example, when we see a familiar street, we will feel

When I think of my childhood laughter when I walked down the street, when I see an old piece of clothing, I also think of the happiness I felt wearing it."

"So?" Nian Nian finally calmed down.

"What the chip stores can only be information, just like a string of numbers and a story." Simil said with a smile.

"Will you become a different person just because you read a story?"

"Of course not." Nian Nian also smiled.

...

Returning to the temporary camp where the caravan was stationed, I got together with Qi Youfeng again every year.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qi Youfeng always feels that he is much closer to him every year than he was just a moment ago.

"Brother Feng, I never asked you," the two of them sat together, with a yellow camel kneeling on the ground behind them. Nian Nian leaned close to Qi Youfeng, "What did Nick talk to you about before?"

Qi Youfeng stretched out his left arm to embrace the new year. The person in his arms was a little stiff at first, but did not refuse.

"Nick came to me and asked me some personal information." Qi Youfeng lowered his head slightly, and the girl's soft hair brushed his cheek.

"Eh?" Nian Nian turned his head, blushed, and quickly looked ahead, "I don't think I know your personal situation yet?"

"I am a male, my real name is Qi Youfeng, Chinese, blood type A, Scorpio, this year...29 years old."

Qi Youfeng laughed every year as he talked, and was a little surprised at the end: "Huh? Scorpio? Does that mean your birthday this year hasn't passed yet?"

"Well, it's still early. According to the time in the game, it will have to wait until next year."

Qi Youfeng immediately laughed at himself: "Thinking about it this way, 30 doesn't come too soon."

"Ah, yes, it's next year."

Nian Nian didn't realize the difference in time flow for a while, so he smiled mischievously:

"It's okay, I can get one more birthday gift in the game! What do you like? Clothes? Jewelry? Knives, guns, and sticks?"

"Forget it, I'll save you some money," Qi Youfeng shook his head and refused, leaning slightly, raising his right hand to scratch Nian Nian's nose, "Speaking of which, do you have money?"

"Yes?" Nian Nian lowered his head and looked at the storage crystal on his belt. Qi Youfeng also turned his eyes following her movements, "I don't usually use it. I don't even remember if I have it."

"Ahem, you two."

Nian Nian raised his head, his hands still on his belt. After rubbing himself in Qi Youfeng's arms for a while, his hair was a little messy.

"Pay attention to the impact." Simil coughed lightly.

"Huh?" Niannian didn't know why and went to see Qi Youfeng.

Qi Youfeng frowned and looked at the people with wandering eyes not far to the right, feeling a little annoyed in his heart.

"It's a matter of the angle of peeking." Simir covered his mouth and reminded lightly.

Qi Youfeng suddenly smiled, stood up and walked to Nian Nian's left side. After sitting down, he gently lifted Nian Nian's chin with his right hand and put it close to her lips under Nian Nian's surprised gaze.

Breaths blend.